Holy Crap!

So on Friday I thought I’d commute to work on my bike. Despite leaving later than I wanted, I made it in. The hill in the Presidio that I hate wasn’t too horrific as I just took a break (or two) going up. Once I got rolling it wasn’t too bad. The Golden Gate Bridge isn’t as flat as I thought it was, but no big deal. Down through Sausalito and on to work and I was set.

But on the way back, the sunny workday of Mill Valley was left behind as the sun disappeared in Sausalito, exchanged for a cold thick wet fog that was almost like rain.

I finally made it up to the bridge and was almost poopin’ my shorts as I was ridin across. The wind and rain/fog on the bridge made me feel like I was riding in a car wash that had a giant fan on my right. I white-knuckled that ride all the way across just trying to stay upright in the crosswind. Damn freaky I tell ya. I was soaking wet by the time I got home and a bit spooked, but looking back, I was glad I did it.

Now I just have to do it a whole bunch more. . . .